~Mr. Beans, Tom & Jerry, Simpsons and Oswald made the childhood happy.
The internet, Blue ticks, Last seen and Block ruined the adult heart.
Got Blocked on the Internet by the one i loved, it's really sad how the internet has taking away the joy of childhood...
sour milk and
I run around his kitchen
dressed in lethal
my railroad cat
with eyes that
play-pretend the almost
finds meaning in my
Trailer park escapism
joy in school-bus
ring dove hands
my sea-salt thighs
You say and people hear
You invite and people appear
You laugh and so do they
You say "hello" and they say "hey"
What if you woke up one day
At the same place but far away?
The first four lines is where everything is happy. That is where I am now. I have friends, family and you who love me.
What if one day everything is perfect and the next it is not? What if you are with me now but the next moment you aren't?
Tom **** and Harry
Met a lovely fairy
She asked - 'How do you do?'
They said – 'Why should we tell you?"
How do we do?
Fairy gave a Smiling look
'There is a nice reason
I can fulfil all your wish'
Tom said – 'We don't do'
God does everything'
Fairy was impressed
Tom became happy
So was ****
Fairy winked and smiled
Harry Got Mad
Harry decided to Marry
Beautiful lovely fairy
He said – 'Fulfil my wish.
Marry me and be my Bride'
Fairy got angry, lost her temper
She threw them all
They all had a great fall
It happened all of a sudden
They found themselves fallen from bed
Now they understood clearly
Whatever they saw was just a dream
Both Tom and ****
Started beating Harry
They Kicked and Punched
Harry was so sad
He was not that bad
He realised, said sorry
He also touched his ears
But when he turned his pillow
Found a pleasant Red Rose
Soon Tom and ****
Turned their pillows
Found nothing at all
Now they turned to Harry
Knelt down and felt sorry
A Fairy Tale
when Tom first walked in Limbo
he had drunk a load of gin
passed out with legs akimbo
he was drooling on his chin
the vision came with sound and smell
that felt entirely real
a twilight woodland short of Hell
with textures he could feel
then riding on the bus from work
fatigue would overwhelm
and send him where the spirits lurk
inside that nether realm
the image came to such extent
it left Tom with no doubt
Limbo Land was where he went
each time that he passed out
every night and sometimes day
around those woods he hiked
and once he found he knew the way
he went there when he liked
he'd wake each morn and fantasise
this world was kept at bay
and mesmerise and hypnotise
the sun to stay away
then clinging to the sandman's hand
he'd count a few more sheep
to slip back into Limbo Land
where he belonged: asleep
that limbo world of dark and light
that's stitched around life's seams
hid between the day and night
and conscious thought and dreams
with gloomy skies, no sun to warm
just forests lit cold blue
a place where dusk shades are the norm
or daybreak's overdue
and every time he came to rest
that scene would play once more
so each time further he'd progress
and deeper he'd explore
of Limbo very little's known
but from glimpses Tom had stole
it’s where the trees of life are grown
and in each trunk a soul
there's mossy faces set in bark
and limbs reach to the sky
from knotty mouths, a message- stark
"you come here when you die"
so many times that wood he'd seen
he came to understand
all he'd become and all he'd been
was growing in that land
his lifespan told across tree rings
and written through the grain
with all he was and all the things
he'd surely do again
his future though he could not gauge
but one thing surely true
no turn in fortunes could assuage
the pain life put Tom through
the life where nothing went as planned
was growing in that field
and frankly more than he could stand
to know his fate was sealed
to come again would be a waste
to live the same life through
so narcolepsy he embraced
to fall asleep on cue
he'd enter in that world he'd found
and lucid dream a saw
then cut his tree down to the ground
reincarnate no more
"I'll chop my tree down into planks
and make them what I please
another life for Tom? no thanks,
no more bad memories"
he'd burn the bark that wore his face
the branches, leaves and roots
and smash each acorn just in case
it cursed him with a shoot
and then the time I saw Tom last
I asked how things were going
he told 'Limbo’s just so vast
with new trees always growing'
and now he never leaves his head
Tom’s bed ridden and ill
he's comatose but not brain dead,
just searching Limbo still.
Sports fans love dichotomies
Brady or Montana?
James or Jordan?
The NHL is aware of this
And possesses two generational players
Alexander Ovechkin and Sydney Crosby
Ovechkin plays for the Washington Capitals
And Crosby plays for the Pittsburgh Penguins
One of the most notable team rivalries in sports
So the NHL asks fans to pick a side for marketing purposes
Ovechkin is sold as strength while Crosby is sold as finesse
Which would be a reasonable way to advertise their league
But like every sports league they are dealing with safety concerns
And the NHL is trying to escape the ignorant assumption
That hockey revolves around brutality and is of a primitive nature
So they don’t want to highlight the sports’ physicality
During this delicate and uncertain time
So more often than not Crosby is favored over Ovechkin
Through officiating, commentating, administrating and marketing
Which implicitly sells Crosby over Ovechkin
To the lowest common denominator
Who are interested in those kind of dichotomies
Since the Capitals are the highest profile team
That plays especially physical
The NHL feels the need to treat them with particular austerity
To show they are serious about safety
But this results in massively inconsistent actions by the league
Tom Wilson is one of the Capitals’ best players and their best checker
He was suspended for 20 games for a slightly late hit
He was in proper checking form
Shoulder down and leading, feet planted on the ice
But made incidental contact with Oskar Sundqvist’s head
Giving Sundqvist a concussion so the NHL suspended Wilson
Tom Wilson is attacked from behind by Ryan Reaves
On a very ***** hit that had no athletic function or basis in hockey
Launching himself at the back of Wilson’s head on a cheap shot
Giving Wilson a concussion
Reaves was very proud of himself
Selling autographed pictures of an injured Tom Wilson
And the NHL had nothing to say
Tom Wilson received a 20 game suspension
Losing hundreds of thousands of dollars
For an overzealous check
But when he is maliciously attacked with the intent to injure
There is no suspension handed down
A wise man once said
“An injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere”
And I agree
So I can’t stand seeing someone treated with a blatant bias
If it’s on Capitol Hill or in the Capitals’ stadium
And don’t want to live in a world where that’s acceptable
If I could say something to Tom Wilson
I’d say thank you for handling the situation with grace
And not to pay too much attention
To the biased elite or the mindless masses
Because all they try to do is dip you in molasses
They’re not going to protect you on the ice
That’s something you must do on your own
And there’s a lot of people who’ll try to give themselves importance
By eliminating those of higher value
You just have to be able to take their hits
And hit back harder than they ever could
It all ends
and i thought I was Summer
when finally I met my Autumn.
I thought I was numb, I had emotions all along. Oo, yung movie nga.
Why does there have to be an aisle?
No man is a—-
And I shake my head
and find my Atlantis—
before they burst my air bubble.
The opening night,
in front of packed house.
The story, a fight,
between a cat and a mouse.
The cat with her guile and
the mouse, all the while.
Powers up a ******' chainsaw
with a knowing wry smile.
So never bet against the mouse
with either money or your house
because the crafty **** takers
have slashed the odds at bookmakers
as to what's in the pies
at the new high street bakers.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Old enemies retold.